. Poetry for children . rs, I placeIn this manner, continued the pie. Yes, no doubt, madam, that is the case ;Though no builder myself, so thought I. Whatever she taught them beside,In his turn every bird of them said, Though the nest-making art he neer triedHe had just such a thought in his head. Still the pie went on showing her art,Till a nest she had built up half-way ; She no more of her skill would impart,But in her anger went fluttering away. And this speech in their hearing she made,As she perchd oer their heads on a tree : If ye all were well skilld in my trade,Pray, why came ye to le
. Poetry for children . rs, I placeIn this manner, continued the pie. Yes, no doubt, madam, that is the case ;Though no builder myself, so thought I. Whatever she taught them beside,In his turn every bird of them said, Though the nest-making art he neer triedHe had just such a thought in his head. Still the pie went on showing her art,Till a nest she had built up half-way ; She no more of her skill would impart,But in her anger went fluttering away. And this speech in their hearing she made,As she perchd oer their heads on a tree : If ye all were well skilld in my trade,Pray, why came ye to learn it of me ? POETRY FOR CHILDREN When a scholar is willing to learn, He with silent submission should hear; Too late they their folly discern,The effect to this day does appear. For whenever a pies nest you see,Her charming warm canopy view, All birds nests but hers seem to beA magpies nest just cut in two.* * I beg to inform my young readers that the magpie is theonly bird that builds a top to the nest for her 84
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